Mu Zi was wrapped in self-loathing.

She thought that she was not a person who judged people by their appearance, but now she found that she was not exempt from vulgarity.

"What do you do if you don't believe me?" Murong Cheng teased her on the phone.

Mu Zi came back to her senses.

“…… If you don't believe it......" her voice froze, Mu Zi was depressed, and she was no longer in the mood to joke, "Believe it or not, don't believe it." ”

When she had finished speaking, she was silent, as if she were sulking.

"What's wrong?" Murong Cheng was a little surprised, and he could detect that her mood was wrong.

Mu Zi replied: "Not much. ”

Her voice was weak, and Murong Cheng felt that she was perfunctory.

"Zizi, are you angry?" He was puzzled, could it be that he had provoked her with something? But usually the two of them chat like this, and they haven't seen Mu Zi get angry.

Mu Zi also felt strange and boring.

She's just mad at herself.

"I'm fine, maybe a little tired." She replied lazily, not wanting Murong Cheng to worry unnecessarily, but she really lost the interest in chatting.

Murong Cheng became more and more suspicious.

If Mu Zi was in front of him, he could hug her, caress her gently, kiss her, dig out his mind to figure out what she thinks, and do his best to soothe her emotions.

But Mu Zi was not there, and the two of them communicated on the phone, which made Murong Cheng feel the pain of long-distance lovesickness!

"When you're tired, rest early, and remember to soak your feet in hot water before going to bed." Murong Cheng remained silent, and his voice was low and soft.

The phone hung up.

When chatting on the phone, Mu Zi was depressed and felt that she had nothing to say, but now that the phone was hung up, her mood was inexplicably even lower.

She sat at the table and looked at the bowl with half a bowl of soup left, and lost her appetite anymore.

Mu Zi was disheartened and felt that she was very hypocritical.

She went upstairs to wash, shrunk into the bed and slept, tossing and turning and unable to sleep.

I got up at night and went to the bathroom, and found that I had a period, and my heart suddenly relaxed.

It's as if you have a period, you can find an excuse for your inexplicable emotions, irritability, anxiety, depression, and laziness.

But then I thought of Murong Cheng's dedication to having a child......

A greater loss enveloped her.

Why haven't you conceived yet?

She has been married for nearly four months, and she has done it frequently, and the ovulation period of every month has been calculated well, and even folic acid tablets, she has been taking them for a long time......

Did something go wrong?

It's been less than half a year since we got married, so maybe you shouldn't be in a hurry...... However, I have also heard that the chance of pregnancy in the first trimester of marriage is the greatest......

Mu Zi lay down in the quilt, her hands and feet were cold, she curled up like a shrimp, and pressed one hand on her stomach, feeling that her abdomen was even colder.

She felt cold all over her body.

In the second half of the night, it slowly warmed up, as if someone had lit a fire beside him.

She subconsciously absorbed the warmth, and kept getting closer to the fire, trying to squeeze into the flame to make herself warmer.

Half-asleep and half-awake, he found himself snuggled in Murong Cheng's arms.

"What time is it?" Mu Zi was confused.

Murong Cheng lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "It's not until five o'clock, let's go to sleep." ”

Mu Zi closed her eyes again and fell asleep obediently.

This time, I slept exceptionally soundly, and didn't open my eyes until nine o'clock in the morning.

She slept enough, her thoughts returned to clarity, and she was much more energetic, and asked Murong Cheng: "Didn't you say that you were busy, why did you come back suddenly?" ”

Murong Cheng also just woke up, and he came by plane at night, and it was rare to get a good night's sleep.

"I miss you." He said lightly, not mentioning last night's phone call.

Mu Zi thought about it, and knew that he was worried about himself, and his heart was warm and sweet, and there was a little sour in the sweetness......

She tilted her head and kissed him on the chin.

The stubble that didn't have time to shave touched her soft lips, Mu Zi's mood was inexplicably bright, and the corners of her mouth also raised a shallow smile, "Don't do this next time, I'll be distressed." ”